You, dressed in flowers
or in headlights in town,
with fog or colours,
picking up roses in bare feet and then
with a white scarf tied around your neck. Why?
But...
you were beautiful.
Beautiful!
Beautiful, anyway.
When the rainbow
was deep inside your eyes...
When, under your bosom,
the wrath was poisoning your heart because
you saw another woman coming close to her...
Before I understood and chose you again,
you...
were beautiful.
Beautiful!
Beautiful, anyway.
Even when, one moring, you returned, dressed in rain,
with your eyes twisted by a love night.
Sit down here, I'm not asking for your forgiveness because you're a man.
With your hair wet.
I know you'll understand.
With those signs on your face.
I'm so sorry, you know?
With your red eyes.
While you were lying and saying that
even more you loved me,
you...
were beautiful.
Beautiful!
Beautiful, anyway.